On the plate in front of him, a man was staring at a pair of dead eyes.

Next to him was a human hand that was still emitting heat.

In the corner, a string of white eyeballs were all staring at him

The old monk now seriously doubted that the boss in front of him had some misunderstanding about food?

Or rather, what misunderstanding did he have about the monks?

"Taste?"

The old monk heard Zhang Bei's voice and glanced at it with complicated eyes.

He learned and respected Shakyamuni.

In Shakyamuni's teachings, no matter what karma is, it must be eaten without any leftovers.

But this thing in front of you, not to mention faith or non-belief, it's not so easy for a normal person to eat it, right?

Chef Li looked at his boss's eyes watching the play, and finally sighed.

"It's all normal food, it's just the way it looks."

Hearing someone explain, the old monk was also relieved.

For the first time in his more than 40 years of Buddhist pursuit, he had doubts about human nature.

Can people really do this?

If it weren't for Chef Li's explanation, I'm afraid he would have faced a choice of faith by now.

The old monk's trembling hand picked up the spoon and put the brain flower into his mouth.

The scent of beans immediately permeated the mouth.

The hanging heart finally let go.

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Zhang Bei suddenly realized a problem.

It's winter now, and the temperature on the seaside is still quite warm, but a festival is coming.

On that day when all the people in the field ate turkey, as their believers would definitely have a big party in the church.

The last time that group of people came to look for trouble, Zhang Beike still remembers!

It's been a long time since this page of the vengeance book was placed, and it's time to settle the bill.

"I wonder if the monk will have time in a week?"

Shantideva nodded: "The poor monk has been traveling for ten years, and the most important thing is time. ”

"Then can you ask the monk to accompany me to a place in a week?"

"Yes!"

Shantideva didn't ask what it was, after all, it was a society governed by the rule of law.

Besides, he was an old man in his fifties, penniless.

You can't be interested in his body, can you?

Thinking of this, the old monk glanced at Zhang Bei with meaningful eyes.

It's true that normal people can't, but the one in front of me really can't say.

But, I've already agreed, I can't go back on it, right?

With a hint of bitterness, the old monk seriously dealt with the dishes in front of him.

At the end of a hearty meal, the old monk folded his hands.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I will be visiting the nearby temple in the next few days, and I will be here on time in a week."

"Monk walk slowly!"

"Donor, please stay."

Zhang Bei sent the old monk away, leaned back in the chair and stretched.

At this time, Gu Yue looked at Qingqing lying in the morgue full of sadness.

As an accomplice to the kidnapping, she didn't experience the amusement park package today.

However, future island trips will certainly not be much better.

Boss Zhang will always be fair in some unexpected places.

"Hmm!"

Qingqing opened her eyes in confusion and looked at her teammate who backstabbed her in front of her.

Gu Yue saw that the main culprit was awake, and hurriedly helped her sit up: "How do you feel?" ”

Qingqing opened her mouth, unable to make a sound.

After all, it would be strange for someone who sang for three hours in great fear and could still talk.

Qingqing pointed to her throat, indicating that she couldn't make a sound now.

Gu Yue sighed and handed over her water glass.

"The next time you have such an unreliable plan, discuss it with me first, okay?"

"Hmm!"

Seeing that the main culprit in front of him agreed, Gu Yue didn't say anything more.

For this daily challenge to Boss Zhang.

Her life is: I know it's wrong, I'll dare next time!

The disturbance of the playground has nothing to do with Meng Chuan, who is having a crazy meeting.

He is now on a plane from the island on his way to the next country.

Of course, as Zhang Bei's designated cattle and horses, even if he is on a plane, he has to be busy with work.

More than a dozen documents in his hand are waiting for him to review, and he has to plan a route from the playground to the island.

According to Boss Zhang's meaning, it is best to plan this route in the near future.

He wants to take tourists to experience the crazy zootopia on the island early.

Thinking of his busy work during this time, Meng Chuan sighed silently.

The route is planned tonight and submitted tomorrow, and you can apply for it within 24 hours.

No way, as the spokesperson of the island, I am so confident!

Meng Chuan touched his chin, always feeling as if he had forgotten something less important.

"Arthur, tell me about my upcoming itinerary."

In the computer, a mechanical synthesizer sounded.

"Mr. Meng, you will attend the high-level meeting of the National Construction Association from 8 to 10 o'clock tonight, and you will take a plane to the island at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning to deal with the follow-up handover of the satellite base......

The itinerary resounded for more than ten minutes, and Meng Chuan couldn't get the information he wanted.

What the hell is going on?

After thinking for a long time, Meng Chuan suddenly opened his mailbox.

Looking at the string of emails sent to his boss, it suddenly dawned on me.

Damn, that's it!

After watching the video of the werewolf killing, Meng Chuan thought about using Boss Zhang's technology to make a movie and enter the entertainment industry.

However, the mail was lost in the sea, and he was getting busier and busier, so the matter was put aside.

If it weren't for the current planning of the trip, Arthur would have done it for himself.

I'm afraid I don't know how long it will take to remember this kind of thing.

So, Boss Zhang, who was enjoying the sunset, ushered in the call of his secretary.

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, take a look at the third email I sent you last Wednesday."

Zhang Bei sighed when he heard Meng Chuan's voice.

I'm really idle, why should I answer his call?

Facing the majesty of his own secretary, Boss Zhang flipped through the tablet to find the email.

Soon, an email titled the Cinematic Script of Werewolf Killing came into view.

After carefully reading Meng Chuan's thoughts, Zhang Bei also had to admire his secretary's brain.

In order to help himself make money, he really worked hard enough.

"Good idea, let's talk about it next time we go to the island."

After finishing the business, Meng Chuan's tone suddenly became resentful.

"Boss, can't you hire another secretary?"

"No, you're doing a good job."

"I now sleep six hours a day and spend most of my time in meetings......"

I don't know if it's because there have been too many meetings recently, and the shy big boy has been talking for five minutes.

Zhang Bei could feel the resentment coming from there even through the phone.

"If you feel tired, you can come to the amusement park to relax for a day, and I'll take you to play."

The murmuring suddenly stopped.

"No need, I'm fine, thank you boss!"

The phone was hung up instantly, and Zhang Bei hummed a little song happily.